WHY ARE YOU ARGUING WITH ME?

I am leaking out of my nose.

posted April 8, 2007, 4:11 am | Log In To Post Comments | view comments (3)
Tags: Mos Def, Champion, Tanya Donelly, True Magic, Chill'em All, This Hungry Life, alt-chicks r hawt, Superman kicks ass, the Flames don't

"It's June/and I'm still wearing my boots." - Tanya Donelly, 'New England'.  

This past week, we've been stuck with temperatures of -15. In fucking April. Tomorrow, it's supposed to be 16 above. And I've got a fucking cold.

Figures.

What's more, the Flames lost tonight. Holy crap; these guys do NOT deserve to make it to the playoffs this year. Serves 'em right if Iginla and Kiprusoff end up leaving. 

Latest Acquisitions:

Mos Def, True Magic: "Fuck you, pay me". Black Dante strips it down and gives you raw hip-hop. Read my previous blog to find out how much I'd like to cuddle with this man.

Champion, Chill'em All: another 'organic-electronic' sound, similar to Holy Fuck and Shout Out Out Out Out; 'No Heaven' sucked me in - big, meaty blues riffs backed by an unabashed disco beat, with sexy alt-girl vocals by Betty Bonifassi, who's quickly become my new vocal fetish. If it isn't already, 'No Heaven' will be your next roof-raising anthem at the club, when even the awkward kids are drunk enough to start dancing. The rest of the album bears up to scrutiny, too, so far - reminds me a lot of what Underworld were doing back with secondtoughestintheinfants.

Tanya Donelly, This Hungry Life: everyone's got their list. It's pathetic, I know, but it's true: a list of rock stars you'd just HAVE to sleep with, were you provided with the opportunity. Mine included the two Kims (Deal and Gordon), both the chicks from Veruca Salt (hellOOOOO, Nina Gordon! Wow...), PJ Harvey (who'd beat me to a pulp, I'm sure...) and Kristin Hersh (who's transformed from Hot Alt-Rock Chick to Hot Alt-Rock Mom, which I think is it's own special type of sexual deviancy in itself...). The top of that list, though: Tanya Donelly. I fell in love back when she did 'Not Too Soon' on Throwing Muses' The Real Ramona, and I've been smitten since. I swear to god, I thought every song on Belly's Star was directed towards me (except for the ones about rape - that's just icky). Then she got married and had a kid. Damn.

Of course, this has nothing to do with her music, which has always been top-notch. Over the years she's gone from writing weird little perfect pop songs about squirrels and dolls and dead dogs, to becoming the next Emmylou Harris while still singing about, well, squirrels and dolls and dead dogs. This Hungry Life was recorded live, but it's all new material, and it features Buffalo Tom's Bill Janivitz on guest vocals. I haven't listened to it yet, and I'm already in love all over again.

This is me heading over to the couch, wrapping up in a blanket and throwing in my brand new special edition copy of Superman Returns, because as cool as Batman is, Superman could kick his ass ANY day.

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